No one can be a dog licker

Chapter 123: Small Abyss, Take Control

"Then you can be a witness, Lin Yi hugged him~"

Yuan Que sat on the steps, frowning as he swallowed the green liquid mouthful by mouthful, then turned to ask Wu Baitian:

"Wu Baitian, what did you write on the slate?"

Wu Baitian also sat down on the stone steps: "Me? I have written a lot of words, 'Good flowers are hard to plant and will not bloom forever, youth is easy to grow old and will not come back again'."

"Wow, so cultured." Mu Qinzao was a little jealous. Compared with what he wrote, one of these two people was a middle school student with heroic spirit, while the other was full of literary talent.

"Sour? That's right. After all, what you wrote was, 'Little Abyss, take it easy~'"

“????” Mu Qinzao looked at Wu Baitian with a face full of question marks. There were hundreds of thousands of stone slabs in the Qingming Hall. How did she find her stone?

"Hahahahaha! Senior, are you here to make people laugh?"

When Yuan Que heard these arrogant and insane words, he looked at Mu Qinzao as if he was a mentally retarded person.

"Yuan Que, come here, senior, let me tell you whether I am here to make you laugh or not."

As he said this, he handed the last cup of liquid to Wu Baitian, then pounced directly on Yuan Que and started fighting him in close combat.

As for Wu Baitian, her eyes were always fixed on the white-bone dragon head. She ignored the playfulness of the two people and there was not even a flicker in her eyes.

Until, after a long time, Lin Yi came out with three bulging purses in his hands.

"Oh my god, he really got it!" Mu Qinzao saw the heavy purse in Lin Yi's hand and pinched Lin Yi's face excitedly.

"Just because he's good-looking?" Mu Qinzao asked in disbelief. "Isn't it because he's a little bit good-looking? Is Old Man Liu so biased? That's not right. Isn't he blind?"

Just as Mu Qinzao was about to continue speaking, suddenly, a small stone flew out from Qingming Hall and hit Mu Qinzao's nose accurately.

In an instant, blood gushed out of his nostrils.

"I'm blind, not deaf! Get out!"

The voice of Old Liu was heard from Qingming Hall, and then Mu Qinzao quickly jumped out, instantly creating a distance of a hundred meters from the original place.

Wu Baitian handed the green liquid to Lin Yi, then packed his luggage and followed Mu Qinzao.

Lin Yi sniffed it and found no strange smell, so he gritted his teeth and drank it all, then followed the others.

"What do you mean there is no gate? Isn't this it?" Yuan Que passed through the white bone dragon head. Although he was shocked by the scene in front of him, he was thinking more about the old man in his heart.

I always feel that he is not a good person, so I am even more skeptical of what he says now.

Mu Qinzao took the disinfectant tissue handed to him by Lin Yi, wiped the blood from his nose, then tapped Yuan Que's head with his finger and said with a smile:

"Go over there and take a look. Is there a wall around the dragon head? We are just passing through here, and you can go somewhere else. There is nothing that can stop you, so can it be considered a door?"

The white-bone dragon head alone is so majestic that it can rival a mountain. The dragon head is held high, and although its eyes are empty, it seems to be able to penetrate the clouds and look straight into the sky.

Its huge mouth opened slightly, revealing sharp fangs. Vines were entwined over the white bones. The afterglow sprinkled on this white bone dragon head. The golden light and the pale bones were intertwined, which was magnificent and poignant.

"This is the Dragon Slaying Campaign of the 37th year of the New Calendar..."

"Wu Baitian, you really know everything! That's right, it's the dragon-slaying battle.

That year, the sun was scorching and the sky seemed to be dyed red by the spirit of war. The god of war Qi Guoshan was wearing armor and standing on the clouds.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he engaged in a thrilling duel with the Dragon Lord.

As the two men fought fiercely, the scenery between heaven and earth became unpredictable, with winds and clouds surging and the momentum magnificent.

In the end, the God of War relied on his extraordinary strength to slay the Dragon Lord with the sharp blade and won this unprecedented battle.

At that moment, the entire battlefield fell into dead silence, with only the sound of the dragon's roar gradually dissipating in the wind.

After the war, in order to commend the soldiers for their bravery, Qi Guoshan distributed dragon meat to them for their enjoyment.

And those precious dragon bones were carefully forged into a variety of weapons, each of which contained great power.

As for this dragon head, it witnessed that epic battle and also carries the supreme will of the Chinese people.

Therefore, the God of War erected it on the parade grounds of the God of War University as a commemoration of past heroes and an inspiration to future warriors.

"Senior, you should change your career. Being a Taoist priest is a waste of your talent. You should become a storyteller."

Yuan Que had no feelings about such stories. The 37th year in the new calendar was not that long ago, but it was indeed too far away for him to understand.

The infinitely lofty image of the God of War in his mind had completely disappeared during this journey to become the God of War.

The God of War is so powerful, but he requires these students in their teens and early twenties to guard the entrance to the Abyss and make sacrifices. This really loses his favor.

Qi Guoshan? This was the first time Wu Baitian heard of the name of the God of War.

In fact, for those great figures who created a new era in China, in the memory of these people, they are often passed down only by their titles rather than their real names.

Wu Baitian once had some puzzles, but no one could help her solve them.

Now I think of the stone slab in Qingming Hall.

"Qi Guoshan, success may not depend on me, but I must be part of it!"

She finally felt a little relieved. If China needed heroes, then they would step forward without hesitation and be willing to take on this important task.

However, perhaps it is not necessary to deliberately make people remember the names of heroes.

Is it like this?

Mu Qinzao kicked Yuan Que dozens of meters away, and pushed the dazed Wu Baitian and Lin Yi, who had a face full of longing.

"Don't just stand there, go over there! Pay homage to your teacher!"

At this time, Wu Baitian and Lin Yi saw that in front of where Yuan Que was lying, there was a stone statue no more than three meters high.

Compared with the white bone dragon head, it is small and ordinary.

Wu Baitian slowly approached and stared at the stone statue.

What is different from the past is that this time the stone statue no longer shows the lonely, aloof and cold back.

The person in the stone statue is dressed in simple clothes, with his trouser legs casually rolled up, and holding a fish basket full of fish in his hand.

His eyes were full of love and warmth, and he was looking at them with a smile on his face, as if he was sharing the joy of harvest with them, and as if he was satisfied and welcomed their arrival.

This is the God of War???

At this moment, whether it was Wu Baitian, Lin Yi or Yuan Que, they all had the same question in their minds.

An ordinary three-meter-high stone is not even on the same level as the huge rock standing by the blood pool.

And the image of the God of War was carved on such an ordinary piece of stone? So ordinary and common? ? ?

This is not only unreasonable, but also lacks the proper admiration and respect for the God of War!

"You don't even know how to pay homage to your teacher, do you?"

Mu Qinzao did not directly respond to the three people's questions, but focused on explaining the relevant etiquette and rules of kowtow.

Kneel on both knees, put your hands together, and then kneel three times and kowtow nine times.

Touch the ground with your forehead three times, nine times each time.

Raise your hands above your head to show respect for the teacher.

"Come one by one, and be respectful, or you will suffer." Mu Qinzao said, tapping Yuan Que's head with his fingers, "Especially you!"